Yes sir, I can assure you it is a weed free room. ~ Hotel Desk Clerk
That conversation is essentially how a recent hiking trip began. Eric and I had a quick getaway in Arkansas and Oklahoma last weekend, and it was full of surprises!
Our adventures began in a Texarkana hotel, where upon entering the lobby we saw a middle-aged woman in knee high black boots and a red lace teddy. For those unfamiliar with lingerie terminology, this is it:
She was having a relaxed argument with the desk clerk, saying “we weren’t smokin’ anything. I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” Eric and I were frozen in front of the door like deer in the headlights. Another clerk motioned us to approach the desk, so we sidled up next to the red Bathsheba. As she argued her case, we checked in and Eric couldn’t help himself — he cheekily asked the clerk if it was a “weed free” room and the clerk responded stiffly (but with an appreciative twinkle in his eye) that yes it was. As we approached the elevator, we could smell the “medicinal” haze and it only became stronger in the elevator. The doubts were definitely creeping in about those high Booking.com ratings and reviews. Our room was on the top floor, quiet and haze free. The bathroom, however, smelled like mildew and the shower had about 10″ of mildew all along the bottom walls with poorly caulked cracks all over the shower floor. Eric wanted to find another hotel but it was 10:00 at night, the room was very clean (except for the mildewed shower), and the drama downstairs had escalated because there were now police cars in the parking lot. Plus, we were hiking the next day and didn’t need to shower. So we stayed.
To the hotel’s credit, they WERE undergoing a remodel and were open about that. But I do feel betrayed that a hotel with an 8.7 rating in Booking.com could put people in a room with showers that nasty. Apparently the ratings were high because the staff and breakfast were so wonderful. I can attest to the wonderful staff, but I’ll be honest — I couldn’t stomach eating anything after having seen the condition of that shower.
We went hiking that day and completely forgot about the hotel, until later that night. In our clean, cozy Oklahoma cabin as I was getting dressed for dinner, I realized…
I LEFT MY BOOTS AT THE WEED HOTEL!!!
And not just any boots, my FAVORITE waterproof leather Merrell boots that I bought in Santa Fe! I tried calling the hotel several times and couldn’t even get an operator to pick up. I emailed, no response. A full 48 hrs later I was able to get someone to answer the phone and they did have my boots. So yes, we re-visited that hotel on our way home. Yippee!
